The deserted uneven walkway was silent. Illuminated by flickering old streetlamps, highlighting each closed storefront along the waterfront. The dark lake churned and waved despite the settling wind. Rain fell from the cloud-filled sky. The image sat unmoving except for the quiet patter of paws along the railing. And the big green eyes floating in the darkness. The owner in question finally scurries into the light. A small stray black cat sat looking into the only small café with its lights on still despite the late hour. It's dark coat was ruffled and soaked by the light rain. Their ears, trained for any noises, sported many nicks.
The café was two stories tall and was built of old brown bricks with hastily plastered over mistakes. It connected directly to the other shops surrounding except a small dim alley. The door was painted with a dark chipped trim creating a patterned light on the paved walkway. The fogged-up big window blocked the view inside but plants and flowers decorated the windowsill. A small tiled roof held up by wooden columns was decorated with lights and adorned with a sign with "comfort; café + bookshop." written on it in a linked font. Above, two windows opened into the second floor. The mild blue windowsill and trim stood out again the white bricks. This again was covered in flowering plants relishing in the light rain. Each pot was decorated with hand-painted art. Scenes of sunflowers in fields, the rolling seaside and busy marketplaces lived on each pot. After thoroughly watching for movement in the café, the stray cat followed the scent from the narrow alley and pattered out of sight.
Inside the small café, the sound of rushing water and clinking plates filled the room. Along with a suspicious rustle from outside. The café was a small room of light green walls decorated with scenes of rolling fields, lush forests and vines except for one white wall opposite the counter. Cream trim separated the walls from the white ceiling where ornate lamps hung lighting the small room. Photos of big and small were scattered hanging up around the walls. Mismatched wooden chairs and tables were spread across the floor. Each is decorated with small vases of dying various flowers. Along the wall, opposite the entrance an old, dark bookshelf filled with multicoloured novels.
Behind the counter, she sighed and turned off the tap. Water rinses off the blue plates. Wrinkles lined her tired face. Thick auburn hair fell out from her ears as she untied her apron. The woman surveyed the little room again before grabbing a towel, sorrow filling her eyes. The same scenes of a few people sitting at tables met her. It had been another slow day. Usually, she wouldn't let that get her down however today was different. She rechecked her phone, no notifications or messages. It was as if she didn't exist. No updates from Evelyn about her travels in Europe. The rest of her family hadn't bothered to message either. Rustle, rustle. She paused listening intently, there that noise was again, but what was it? The woman crept up to the window slowly clasping a soapy wooden spoon before quickly pressing against the wall, alert and fearful. There was movement out there. Closing her eyes tight and gathering her courage before flinging open the door to a…cat?
this is so dumb i love it so much - i cant write dialogue but i can describe anything hehehehe
intending to finish this at some point oh well
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